I Became a Childhood Friend With the Villainous Saintess - I Became a Childhood Friend With the Villainous Saintess chapter 94

94 – Chase (3)

I had an old sword.

It was a very old sword.

The blade was treated to not reflect light, so it had a dull gray color, and the guard and pommel did not have any of the usual decorations.

Even now that his head is quite large, he looks quite plain.

I don’t know which blacksmith made this sword, but it was clear that he was a person without a single trace of romanticism.

If there is an advantage, is it that it is hard enough to be ignorant?

Even so, I didn’t feel like writing it, so I didn’t write it.

This antique-like sword was the sword of my father, Arjen Bertus.

My father was a man as rugged as this sword.

Looking back, it felt like a desert.

Because expressing one’s emotions was not enough to be ‘clumsy’.

“Razen. “Have you eaten?”

“No, I just woke up.”

“Then it’s a little late. “Let’s eat first.”

Conversations with my father were always like that. He never spoke for long.

Something that must be said. He seemed to only open his mouth after selecting and reselecting only the necessary words.

Well, I’m not in a position to say anything.

Because I wasn’t a very cute child either. I also heard a lot that I was born prematurely.

At that time, there was no knowledge of the possessor, but it was clear that he resembled his father’s personality in every detail.

First of all, he is more friendly with people than his father, so is this his mother’s influence?

Even though I couldn’t see it in person, it seemed like my mother had gone through a lot of hardship.

“Razen. “Do you want to become a knight when you grow up?”

“Yes. That’s why I ran so hard today too.”

“Do you want to become a knight because your father is a knight?”

“That wouldn’t be the case either.”

“I see.”

Still, I never once thought that my father’s speaking style was unpleasant.

This was because the words he came up with after much thought were always sincere.

He sincerely thought about my future together and tried to pave the way for me.

I still vaguely remember it.

When my father smiles, the corners of his mouth don’t raise much.

Very little. The expression changes just enough that anyone else would not notice.

“That’s a good answer. I didn’t want you to be trapped in this father’s shadow. “I’m sure you can become a good knight.”

In other words, there were never days when my father smiled.

Every time my skills improved, my father smiled, even if only faintly.

He especially liked it when an unexpected attack hit.

The training ground is more familiar than my room. As we clashed swords and gulped down water together, my father sat down next to me.

My father sat comfortably and mainly looked at me or said something that came to mind at the time.

Most of it was about swords. If it wasn’t the sword, it was honing the body.

But sometimes he said things like this.

“Razen. Being a knight is a profession where you never know when you might die. Do you know?”

“I know. “I am also no exception.”

“Um…… That’s true, but I did raise you too prematurely. “I wanted to tell you not to be too sad even if I die one day.”

“Suddenly? Father, are you going on an expedition somewhere again? “The seniors never said anything like that.”

“That’s not it. Not long ago, a knight under my command died honorably. I thought that someday I would be like that too. Even if I don’t return, my end will certainly not be shameful in front of you.”

His father was a man who spoke calmly about his own death.

And in reality, he must have kept his word.

“Remember, Razen. Life and death are not important. What matters to a knight is what kind of end he meets. “If I died with honor, you should move on with joy rather than sadness.”

“Me too…… “

“No. You live a miserable life. This father will take care of your share of honor in advance. “What it means is, don’t stop your path because of me.”

Count Roxen said that the end of my father’s life was that he died while fighting the enemies alone in the rear.

Did he say that he was a model knight? Even though Count Roxen was a traitor, at least what he said wasn’t a lie.

Because it was truly a death worthy of my father.

I don’t know what the background was behind his death, but if it was the father I knew, he would have burned himself and fought until the very end.

Even at the moment of death, he would not have let go of his sword. Maybe even after death.

Clearly, the time we spent together wasn’t that short.

Because I was such a lonely person, I didn’t have many memories that came to mind.

Sword masters are also people in the end.

While Grand Duke Ilencia stayed in the castle, my father was no different from idle knights.

In the morning, he exercised lightly, ate, and sparred with his father or attended the knights’ training.

I didn’t hate the days when I was stuck in that rut.

I’m sure my father was like that too.

My father spent only one day out of the year differently than usual.

It was the anniversary of his mother’s death. No matter how important something happened that day, I always took a vacation, and Grand Duke Ilencia also respected my father.

Her mother’s body was cremated according to Ilencia customs, but her remains were buried right near the grand duke’s family tomb.

For us, the cemetery was that kind of place.

A place created by the living to commemorate the departed, even if the dead have already left.

“Lagna. My child has grown a lot. Children truly grow bigger every day. After just a little more, I will definitely be taller than you. “I’ve been waiting so anxiously for that day, and it’s such a pity that we can’t see it together.”

It is always late at night.

When the moonlight came down, my father visited his mother’s grave.

When I was young, I secretly followed my father out of innocence.

I chased after him, anxious that I might get caught.

Fortunately, my father, who was preoccupied, did not notice me.

There, I heard his father’s monologue.

A low-pitched voice echoed in the quiet cemetery.

“Not long ago, we also made propaganda against the family’s knights. Do you know how great that is? Even when I was young, that wasn’t possible. It’s not just because he’s our son, Rajen will definitely leave his mark in history. “You and I gave birth to such a child.”

The anniversary of my mother’s death was in late summer.

The season when grass bugs cry in the fresh greenery.

To paraphrase the Grand Duchess, she said that she came like summer and left with it.

As my father headed to the cemetery, he mainly talked about me.

It was as if her mother was beside her, listening – conveying in words what she did not see for herself.

“Princess, your relationship with the prince is very good. It’s my fault that my child grew up a lot prematurely, but maybe it’s because I’m afraid I’ll teach him wrong, so I don’t tell him anything. Still, I feel relieved when I see the princess playing with me. You were worried that Rajen would fall if he ran, but I still think the same. Children also need to know how to fall. Even if you fall, isn’t it okay to get up again?”

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It seemed like a painful and sad thing to his father.

Although I was happy to talk for a while, I quickly became depressed and took a drink.

I’m a person who usually drinks nothing but water. He drank alone that day.

“My first promise was that I would become a great knight and propose to you. “I kept my promise.”

I didn’t know it when I was young, but it was clear that it was a pretty strong drink.

Because no amount of alcohol can make the Sword Master drunk.

You probably drank endless amounts of strong alcohol.

So much so that the great swordsman couldn’t even notice a kid like me.

“You wanted the second promise. He asked me to raise my child to be a healthy and strong knight, and I said I would definitely do that. “I still keep my promise to you.”

Is it because it reminds me of my mother? Or is it because I’m drunk?

My father quickly became immersed in sadness.

It was the first time in my life that I saw my father cry.

“Are you watching? Even if it’s just a word, please let us know your voice. It’s been so long since I heard your voice. Every time I look in the mirror, I’m getting older, but how is it that your appearance doesn’t change? “I want to hear the song you sang the day before the wedding.”

My father, who I thought only knew the sword.

I thought he had very faint emotions, but the sound he made as if he was sobbing was a huge shock to me.

“I miss you. I really want to see you. Even though several years have passed, your empty space remains cold. Even if time passes, you won’t get used to it. These days, I feel resentful of you. Why did you leave me alone…….”

I couldn’t believe my father’s tears.

I was wondering whether I should comfort him and tell him not to cry or go back to my room, but I chose to return quietly.

Thinking back, it was a really good choice.

My father endured sadness for a year and poured out the sadness he had accumulated for one day.

Although he was his beloved wife, he still loved his mother.

My father probably needed time to pour out his ardent love before it ate away at his heart.

The next day.

My father taught me how to use a sword as if nothing had happened.